if only they knew how the veils were

Killing my days.

do not seek the because
– in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions

anais nin

drift further away from everything of beauty
and gag in memory
of things beautiful and things so very plain

forget forget and forget even more
nothing good can come of remembering
the thing that can never be again known.

 

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By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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